Act 1-2 Flashcards
Mon: Stillington. Daphne Stillington.
I knyew it was Daphne, but I hadn’t the faintest idear it was Stillington. How did she look to you?
Restive.
Poor sweet, I hOpe you were nice tyo her. Has anybody given her anything tyo eat?
Fred took her some coffee and O.J.
What’s she dyoing now?
I don’t know, drinking it, I suppose.
It’s AWful isn’t it? What are we tyo dyo?
She wants to say goodbye to you and to thank you.
Whatever for?
That, Garry dear, I am in no position to say.
Why didn’t you tell her to dress quietly like a mouse and gO hOme. You knOw perfectly well it’s agony here in the morning with everybody banging about.
You might have thought of that before you asked her to stay the night.
She had to stay the night. She’d lost her latchkey.
The sooner we turn that spare room into a library the better.
She’s pObably sObbing her heart out.
Why you don’t and see?
Lend me a comb and I will.
Here. (handing comb)
Good God, I look ninety-eight.
Never mind.
I bet some day I’ll be bald as a coot, and then you’ll be sorry.
On the contrary I shall be delighted….toupee perched on the top of your head, and life will be a great deal simpler.
I shall never wear a toupee, Monica, however bald I get. Perhaps on the stage I might have a little front piece, but in life, never! I intend to grow old with distinction.
Well, I’m sure that will be a great relief to all of us.
Here’s your sordid little comb.
…get rid of her as quickly as possible.
I haven’t done my exercises yet.
You can do those after she’s gone.
I con’t go into that spare room in my pajamas, it’s like an icebox.
